At this moment, Huo Qing and his companions had also packed a large box, placing the white cat, the brain, and the young girl’s body inside, while the youth’s body was indeed impossible to take away at present. According to the white cat’s own reaction, it wished to destroy the body it couldn’t take as quickly as possible.
They all knew that the best way to deal with the situation was actually to follow the white cat’s own wishes, to completely eliminate it along with all the bodies. By doing so, they could not only allow it to rest in peace but also cut off any karma.
If they insisted on saving it, they might end up facing off against a mysterious True Person or a family later on.
But how could An Jing possibly be afraid of this? He was indeed looking forward to meeting these beasts.
"Let’s look for a chance to get out."
The spoils of this battle were already rich enough; the three of them had nearly cleared out the Night Niche Gang’s personnel, the armory, and the treasure house. Even An Jing had gotten his hands on the research plan related to ’Pure Land People,’ which, though the technology was elementary for a large conglomerate, was a realm that the lower forces would never come into contact with in their lifetimes.
As for now, if they could restore the white cat to human form after saving it, perhaps she would know many valuable pieces of information.
However, as soon as An Jing spoke, he felt an extraordinary power approaching him.
An Jing looked towards the entrance of the treasure room, raised his hand to signal Huo Qing and Nian Quan to stay put: "Looks like the Gang Leader who won the resurrection match can’t wait, bringing a bunch of newbies here."
His expression was calm, but his eyes, rolling with scorching Spiritual Light, held a hint of an irrepressible desire to kill: "You two stay here and look for a chance to support me; the ones coming this time aren’t ordinary goods."
"What do you mean by ’can’t be retracted’?!"
In the central control room of the Night Niche Gang at the heart of the Great Formation, the Dark Niche split soul—now the main soul—awakened by the death of its core, listened to the message from the frontline action team, and was nearly broken: "Rusty Feather platform recruited a bunch of mercenaries, holding you back? Damn it, third brother, I kill you, how the hell did you confirm the intelligence?!"
Third brother died too early, leaving this venting anger nowhere to be placed, and Dark Niche, gritting his teeth, downloaded himself into his main battle body, a slender and knife-sharp, obsidian-black combat body with Heavenly Mechanism Prosthetics.
This specially crafted combat body could unleash 150 percent of his strength, but apart from a bit of spinal structure to bear his Soul and Spirit, there was no Flesh and Blood in this body. In other words, from that point on, Dark Niche would become a Yuhua Cultivator with a Feather Transformation rate of over ninety-five percent, completely estranged from most of the world’s pleasures and joys, barely short of becoming an existence like an Artifact Spirit and finding it harder to continue with his Cultivation.
He hated An Xuan to the core for ruining everything, but his electronic brain’s thinking told him that even with his current strength, going to challenge An Jing would only mean getting killed by a Blast Sword once more. To An Jing, his 150 percent strength and combat-specialized body were no different from a mouse to a stray dog on the roadside—both easily crushed by a single kick.
But for Dark Niche to give up was absolutely impossible—after all the efforts he spent in managing the Night Niche Gang over the years, not to mention there were too many secrets within the gang—if it were really destroyed, he alone could never live independently. Those ’superiors’ who used him for their dirty work would definitely not tolerate any exposure of their own vulnerabilities and secrets through him; he would die, much sooner than An Xuan.
Unless he could capture An Xuan and achieve this nearly impossible miracle.
"Calm down, calm down..."
Gritting his teeth, Dark Niche operated the Night Niche Gang’s Formation, hampering An Xuan and others from continuing their advance, while trying to keep himself calm to think of a strategy. However, he soon lost his composure.
Because he saw that, for some reason, An Xuan and his team just went straight to his treasure house!
Dark Niche’s eyes were about to split with rage; he personally witnessed An Xuan and his team destroying his experimental bodies, which was actually acceptable—that was something he would have to deal with himself... But the treasure house was different, it contained not only the wealth he had amassed for his resurgence but also the pet pre-ordained by ’that respected one’!
If he screwed up this task, he could only change his identity, flee to the Wilderness, and live as a damned Wilderness person!
"Gang Leader, it looks like you need help."
All of a sudden, another figure appeared in the central control room, an old man from Saint Wisdom Medical smiling: "If you don’t mind, hand over the control of the Formation to me, how about that?"
Even if it was a private visit, Dark Niche dared not be negligent towards this envoy from Saint Wisdom Medical: "You also saw that we... suffered heavy damages. You can have the Formation if you want; just command and I will comply."
"Very good." The Luo-surnamed old man nodded: "You cooperate with me to go and have a talk with that Immortal Spirit Root."
Though it was said to be ’a talk,’ the tone left no room for negotiation, and upon hearing this, Dark Niche showed an ecstatic expression: "Could it be that... the upper levels..."
—Have the upper levels finally decided to extend an olive branch to me?! If so, this assault by An Xuan might actually be a blessing in disguise!
"No, don’t speak out of turn."
Elder Luo shook his head, and although Dark Niche was somewhat disappointed, realizing that he had misspoke, he still transferred the Formation authority to the other person. He was very excited: "Your command, please!"
"Very well, first off, you need to die."
Elder Luo nodded slightly, then with a lift of his hand, he sent out a force with a palm strike on Dark Niche’s chest, a thunderous thump sounded. Before he could even react, the remaining remnant soul of Dark Niche dissipated completely, and the entire Heavenly Mechanism Prosthetics body stood still, immovable.